I don't commute much -- don't work much! -- and when I do, I"m either carrying tons of stuff, driving for hours to my destination, or a combination of the two. DH does though -- and he's gone from grudgingly riding to really lovng to ride his bike.

Today, on his way home from work, riding across the entrance to the mall, some young woman clipped his back wheel as she was turning into the entry road. He said he didn't fall, and had only minor damage to the wheel, but she didn't stop until he started yelling -- and then he felt badly about scaring her by reacting the way he did. Poor guy!

So, he went zipping the rest of the way home and got out his tools, to fix the wheel! Told me in the sort of off-hand manner that likened the episode to waiting for a red light to change...

(and he says _I_ can't ride in that area. _I_ have not been hit by any cars ever. this is his second in 40-some years)

Karen in Boise